AM I BORN
BRIGHT SHINY THINGS
5. PARADE WINTER SCENE
Faces shuffle by: some spend minutes others seconds. Some seem uninterested, altogether, their eyes fix, then dart away. Eyes widen, eyes tired, eyes squinting, old eyes burdened with cataracts, eyes well up, eyes cry, mascara tumbles down the cheeks of emotional ladies painting abstract responses to my value…
PART III 7. A PICTURE QUITE CURIOUS WINTER SCENE AND GHOSTS
Altogether a picture quite curious to stand on the same spot and think of it now.
GHOSTS OF 1820
Stand out on Front Street today, hold out your hands… we will pull you, guide you through our village.
WINTER SCENE
GHOSTS OF 1820
I’m afraid. I’m afraid to walk that road.
WINTER SCENE
I am afraid to walk that road afraid to feel like a visitor in my own home.
Perhaps not of significant excellence in art… … but still of great value to us. Eyes eyes eyes, a parade of eyes desperate to glean my value.
6. A TREE FALLS IN BROOKLYN, PART II GHOSTS OF 1820
When a tree falls in Brooklyn, and the ghosts are busy elsewhere, we depend on documents to suggest it ever existed.
I am afraid to walk that road a stranger in my own home.
GHOSTS OF 1820
An intersection of times. Am I born? Am I…
We depend on documents to suggest we ever existed.
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